I was hesitant and tense. I was sure that if things went wrong, my mother wouldn't let me go out. “Come quickly, otherwise we look suspicious to others,” Hilda said, pulling my hand. “Do you really want to do this? I have a bad feeling. " I said. "I promise, nothing would happen. You have seen me several times. This would be a lot more fun than it sounds. You see, this house looks small and unfettered. I'll go in and find something to cherish our spirits. You don't need to enter. All you have to do is wait outside. Hilda said. Hilda was very persistent about this. So we headed home and made sure no one was watching us. The path leading us to the house was filled with small rocks, unwanted weeds and grass growing in abundance. I looked at the ceiling of the house. The roof looked worn, there were many stains and holes. We walked onto the porch. Cobwebs hanging from the ceiling covered our faces like house guards. It was a sign that no one had lived here, at least for a while. When we continued walking onto the porch, he started shaking like he was going to collapse at that moment. Most of the wooden planks were fragile; some of them were eaten by hungry insects. We couldn't wait to find out what was inside. There were no windows in the front. So we reached the door. Hilda knocked on the door twice as a precaution. There was no response. Then she turned the doorknob clockwise and counterclockwise. It made a squeaky noise but it was locked. So we decided to look around the house to see if there was any way to get inside. We noticed that a lower window overlooking the vacant lot was cracked. Shards of glass lay here and there. She took a look inside and said, “Look, there are a lot of things. » I looked inside. It was the living room in the middle of a sheet of paper...where we would like to go and why we were here and what happened to my friend. She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her and told her we were following our friend. The other day when we accompanied her to go shopping, she said her mother wouldn't let her go out. But today we saw her riding in the same tram as us, alone and she went down this street. So we decided to follow her to find out what she was doing. The policeman cut me off there with his words “did you find out?” We were about to do it, but some stupid dogs came chasing us, and then Hilda fell, hit hard against the rock. So I gave up. He didn't ask any further questions, so I felt I had done a wonderful job lying to him. Hilda shook my hand, I looked at her and saw happiness and amazement in her eyes. For the first time, I felt so happy about what I had done. Therefore we decided to put an end to all these activities.